Author's notes: To Gina, for being such a wonderful list host and providing us with great challenges. Thanks for getting the juices flowing! (Creative juices, ya sicko! ;)

Chapter 1- Buffy Makes Faith An Offer She Tries To Refuse

"Johnny, hey, I got a reply from Faith." The young man reading at the computer said.

"She say anything about contacting that dude?" Johnny asked as he set up his next shot at the pool table. The fair-haired man he was playing against made way for him to get a better angle.

"Yeah, she said she can make it happen."

"Cool, tell her thanks." Johnny proceeded to sink the three ball and then stood up to apply more chalk to the end of his cue. As he bent down and lined up his next shot he continued, "You and her work out the details, Joey." He took the shot, the four ball hit into the nine which promptly sank into the side pocket. The other player, Tommy, groaned immediately. Johnny smiled and straightened up, throwing Tommy his cue, "You shouldn't bet heavy against me, loser. Oh, and Joey tell Faith my dad wants to meet her." He walked over and pulled on his jacket.

Joey's eyes went wide, "Really?"

"Yeah," Johnny shrugged his shoulders to get his jacket to fit just right on his shoulders. He was a very handsome young man and liked his clothes to help make him look good. "He said she can bring her girlfriend too." He fixed a scarf around his neck and tucked it into the front of the jacket, then gave his friends a winning smile. "My dad's a progressive man."

"He's awesome!" Tommy said a little too enthusiastically.

Johnny's smile faded as he looked at him, Joey sat there anticipating a blow up.

"You owe me two hundred large, but since we're getting close to the holidays, I'll let it slide 'til next week."

"Hey, thanks man." Tommy said and extended his hand.

Johnny looked at it and instead of accepting it, he patted Tommy's face, "Lay off the gambling, it's making you poor." He stepped back, pointed at Tommy, then pulled his lapels tighter on his jacket and zipped up the supple leather.

"Okay, boys, I gotta go. Maxine wants me to take her to see the tree bein' lit. Don't forget to tell Faith about the meetin', Joey," He said as he pulled open the door that would lead out into the club.

"I won't," Joey said.

As Johnny closed the door, Tommy rubbed his cheek and spit on the ground, "Fuck him."

"Ay! What the fuck?"

"What?"

"You gotta spit on the floor?"

"I'm sorry, that fuckin' pretty boy gives me a bad taste in my mouth."

"'That fuckin' pretty boy' is the boss' son, and his heir apparent. He's also our ticket to the top."

"Well he's a fuckin' idiot. Two hundred large means two hundred thousand, I owe him two hundred bucks. So fuckin' dumb. And another thing, how is pushing off paying him until next week, which is closer to Christmas, gonna help?"

"How many times do I tell you not to play nine ball with him?"

"I want to beat him just once," Tommy smiled big then his mouth went into hard line. "Just to see that fuckin' stupid smirk wiped away."

"He's right though, it's just makin' you poor."

"What's with this 'Faith' shit anyway?" Tommy nodded towards the computer, conveniently changing the subject.

"Oh yeah, shit, I gotta tell her about meetin' Big John."

"How the fuck does this cooze get a meetin' and we've been bustin' our humps for a year and get ugots?" He cupped his balls for emphasis.

"Stop bein' such a fuckin' meat head. We've met with Big John dozens of times."

"Yeah, to deliver the cannolis or the sandwiches, or the booze or whatever the fuck else he has us bring him when he's meetin' with other people."

"Hey, Tommy, stop talkin' stupid. You know if you keep your mouth shut and just do what he tells us we're gonna move up, right?"

"Easy for you to say you fuckin', Full Guinea. My mom's Irish, I can't move up. Best I could do is to be your 'associate'."

"And when I make it to the top you're gonna be my right hand guy," Joey pointed to his right hand. "Huh? So stop bein' such a dumbass."

Tommy sighed, but resigned himself to do what Joey suggested, "Alright, fuck it. Right?"

"Right."

"So who is this broad anyway? The second coming of Christina Aguilera?" He held his hands in front of his chest as if he was squeezing large supple breasts.

Joey laughed at his friend's joke, then gave a mischievous grin, "She's someone else who's gonna be our ticket to the top."

"Oh yeah? What does she do? Own a whore house or somethin'?"

"No, but I'll tell you about what she does another time. Right now I gotta answer her email, and you gotta go do that thing Johnny asked you to do."

"Oh fuck, I almost forgot." Tommy rushed to put on his jacket and knitted cap. "It's as cold a witch's tit out there."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Fuck if I know, it's somethin' my grandpa would say on night's like this, 'He'd say, Tommy, you bettah put on ya scaaaaaf, it's cold as a witch's tit out they-ah.' Fucker was from Boston, had that dumb accent." Tommy said in heavily accented Brooklynese. "Liked the stupid fuckin' Red Sox. Can you believe that shit? My flesh and blood, Sox fans."

Joey typed the expression into Google as Tommy said goodbye and went out the back door into the alley.

"Dumbass got it wrong, it's 'colder than a witch's tit'. I hope he doesn't up fuck tonight. He'll be deader than yesterday's hit." Joey mumbled to himself.

"Willow, I don't think there's any other way. You've created this whole world and background for these people and now it's time they meet and get the ball rolling," Buffy waited a beat before adding. "People are dying, Will, most of them civilian." Buffy looked at her friend, who was obviously deep in thought.

"Buff, can't we just try to stall…"

"It's too late for that Will, we have to think about who's going to do what."

"I could be her, I mean, you know. I could darken my hair…ooh, ooh, and I could get leather pants," Her face brightened. "You could be my girlfriend!"

"Wait, what? What's going on here, Will?" Kennedy suddenly started paying attention to the conversation going on behind her.

"Oh, it's nothing honey. Buffy and I are just talking girl stuff."

Kennedy narrowed her eyes and shrugged, "I'm a girl, I'd like to hear it."

Regarding the obviously scared face of Willow, she jumped to her friend's aid, "She's talking about going undercover, Ken."

"Undercover, sure. I'm your girl. When are we planning on going in?" She threw the magazine she had been reading onto the coffee table and turned fully towards Buffy and Willow who were sitting at the table behind the couch.

"We're not sure exactly."

"Willow, give me the details."

"W-well, you remember that thing I told you about?"

"What thing?"

"You know, the thing."

Kennedy closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Why do I feel like I'm in Analyze That?"

"Exactly! You remember when I told you about how the men with no necks are getting the people with no pulse to kill people?"

Kennedy opened her eyes, and tried to focus on what her girlfriend was saying, "Willow, have you taken large amounts of drugs recently?"

"Ken, I'm serious. I can't talk 'cause we might be being taped."

"By who?"

"The feds?"

Kennedy narrowed her eyes in confusion even further, and turned to Buffy, "Buffy, can you tell me why my girl has gone crazy?"

"She's being serious, Ken. Look, there are Mafioso's…Mafiosi?" She shook her head. "Mafia guys hiring Vamps to carry out their hits."

"Yeah, she told me."

"See?"

"Don't start on that again, Will."

"Can we focus here?" Buffy asked.

"Sorry, go ahead."

"Innocent people are being killed, and even if they're not innocent, we can't have the vamps getting in with that kind of power, they'd become more organized, unstoppable."

"I thought there was no such thing as the Mafia?"

"You've been watching too many movies and TV shows."

"So where does Willow in leather pants come in?" Kennedy asked with a crooked smile on her lips.

"Well, baby…I kinda…"

"You kinda what?"

"I kinda made up a fictional character with connections to the vamps so I could find out who was ordering these hits and hopefully be able to bring them down from the inside and—"

"Woah, babe, breathe…"

Willow took a breath, "And it got kinda out of control because now these guys want to meet this woman…and her girlfriend."

"Wait? 'And her girlfriend'?"

Willow nodded.

"Why does she have a girlfriend?"

"Well, this guy kept hitting on me, I mean her, and I couldn't think of anything else at the time."

"These just keeps getting worse." Kennedy ran her fingers through her hair. "So, Buffy's gonna be this girl?"

"Well, we were kinda thinking someone more ethnic looking, she's supposed to be Italian."

"Why is she supposed to be Italian?"

"Because her father was a big mafia guy in Italy."

Kennedy sat back on the couch and let her head drop onto it. She let out a big sigh.

Buffy shrugged at Willow who looked puzzled.

"How did this get so involved and complicated?"

"I had to earn his trust, he's a kind of a nice guy. Well, not kind of nice, he's actually pretty sweet."

"So what, you're pen pals with mob guys now?"

"Not guys, just guy."

"Where is this guy from?"

"Brooklyn."

"Okay, I'll do it."

"You…you will?" Willow seemed to brighten up and have trepidations all at once.

"Yeah, why not? I'm from New York, I'm brunette…have brown eyes, I think I fit the bill."

"You'd also have to have Buffy as your girlfriend."

Kennedy sized up Buffy wolfishly.

Buffy looked affronted and Willow became more sullen.

"Will," Buffy said after staring Kennedy down into looking away. "I've got an idea."

"What?" Willow became excited again.

Buffy bit her cheek in thought, "On second thought maybe I don't. I'll be back."

Willow and Kennedy were surprised at the speed with which Buffy left the room.

"Wow, she's in a hurry."

"Will, if you're not going to be the girl, can you still buy the leather pants?"

"Oh you like that, huh?" Willow said to Kennedy with a hint of mirth lighting up her face.

"I like a lot."

"I've worn them before you know…"

"When?"

"When I had to be Vampy me."

"Vamp Willow?"

"Oh yeah," Willow sashayed closer to her girlfriend.

Kennedy pulled her arm and brought her impossibly close to her.

"Tell me more about how you French kissed your Vamp self…" Kennedy whispered in her ear.

Willow's eyes went wide.

"No, but I will tell you who I was thinking about when I wrote those emails."

"Oh? Do tell you wicked witch."

"Giles, I know it's the middle of the night there, but we have a situation."

"Has a portal to hell opened?"

"No…well, sorta, if by hell you mean Brooklyn…"

"I hear Brooklyn is very nice these days actually…"

"Giles, I'm sure the gentrification of Brooklyn is a very interesting story, but can you please focus? God, why am I the focusy one all of a sudden?"

"I'm sorry, Buffy. What is it and what can I do to help?"

"Well, it's Faith I'm calling to get in touch with, is she there?"

"Not at the moment, no. Unless she's managed to sneak back in her room without me knowing."

"She went slaying?"

"Most likely, then went to one of those God awful clubs for some God awful music and the dancing she's so fond of."

"Sounds like fun," Buffy lamented.

Their conversation was interrupted by someone picking up the other extension.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hey G. Sorry, I can't seem to find my cell, must've dropped it, was gonna call the club to see if I left it there."

"Actually, Faith. There's someone on the phone for you, there's a situation in New York."

"Oh cool, I love the big Apple, just not their stupid sports teams…"

"Faith it's me," Buffy interrupted before the conversation went off the rails even further.

"B?"

"Yeah, I need a favor."

It took Faith a beat or two to get her vocal chords to unstick from her neck and work without squeaking, but she managed it.

"Whaddya need?"

"There's a situation in New York."

"So I've heard."

"Yeah, well, I need you to help with it."

"What's the sitch?"

"Go find your cell phone first and then call me back on it, or if not, go to an outside line."

"Sounds heavy."

"The heaviest."

"Alright, as soon as I find it I'll call you back."

"Okay."

Faith was just about to hang up but said, "Hey, Buffy."

"Yeah?"

"Same number?"

"Same number."

"'Kay, talk to you in a few."

"Bye."

"No fuckin' way, B. I can't do that!"

"Faith, this whole thing got out of hand and we need to fix it. Quickly."

"So why the fuck are you askin' me? I thought you had all your little Scoobies there and you didn't need anyone else?"

"I'm sorry I said that, Faith. I realize that we haven't exactly gotten along, but please. I know you can do this, and do it right. I need someone strong."

Faith faltered in her protestations, she was currently cursing her heart for betraying her head and soaring at Buffy's vote of confidence on her strength.

"But, B…it's…you know what we'd have to do."

"Faith, I know, and believe me, I'm not loving the idea, but for the rest of what needs to get done, I think you'd be perfect."

"'Cause I'm from the streets?"

"Because you know a lot of lines from the Godfather."

Faith laughed in spite of herself, "B…" She let out a slight groan.

"F…"

"Can I have a day to think about it?"

"I'd rather not have more people die, but if you need a day to think it through you go right ahead."

"Thanks."

"Please make sure you let us know by eight p.m. your time, after that I have to go in with someone else."

"Who?"

"Kennedy most likely."

Faith's heart seized and her stomach clenched.

"Willow's okay with that?"

"She has to be, she was thinking of dying her hair brown and wearing leather pants."

"Oh fuck that!" Faith laughed heartily.

"I'm glad you find it funny, just let us know as soon as you can."

"I don't need to think about it, I'm in."

"Good, I'll see you soon."

"Will gonna teleport me?"

"Yes, we'll give you thirty. Brace yourself."

"Fuck, that quick, huh?"

"Brought someone home for the night?"

Faith smoothed her tongue on the inside of her bottom lip trying to get the bitter taste out of her mouth that the flippant comment on her love life made.

"No, I was just thinkin' I shouldn't have had all those fish and chips. But whatever, you're the one who's gonna be reapin' the rewards of that."

"Gross…"

"See ya soon, lover."

Buffy stood stunned for a moment at that last word.

"This is gonna be an interesting mission," She said as she finally came back from wherever she was and put the phone in her pocket.

"Willow, I don't understand why you guys needed to call her."

"I wanted her for this," Buffy said, in a way that showed she wasn't to be questioned.

"Oh…Ohhhh….I get it," Kennedy said like she was in on a secret.

"You get nothing."

"No," Kennedy put her hand on Buffy's upper arm and leaned in conspiratorially. "Don't worry, Buffy, I absolutely get it."

"Kennedy," Buffy shrugged her hand away. "I'm telling you, you get nothing."

"Then what's the reason?" Kennedy said with mischief dripping in her voice.

"Faith's a Slayer…I mean…" Buffy was sorry she said that, she realized she often just thought of Kennedy as 'Willow's girlfriend' and she meant that Faith was a Slayer who wasn't afraid of going to extremes to get a job done. Which exactly was what this job needed.

"It makes sense," Willow said, not really paying attention to Buffy's slight of Kennedy's position.

"What does?" Buffy said, grateful for the distraction.

"She's street tough, beautiful, brunette, bad-ass, wears leather like she was born in it…maybe I had her in mind when I was constructing this person…"

Buffy's eyes narrowed in confusion.

Willow continued with a shrug, "Either that or had just watched D.E.B.S. for the thousandth time."

"Isn't anyone gonna comment on Buffy's slap to my face?" Kennedy interrupted.

"Buffy hit you?" Willow asked.

"No, she implied I'm not a Slayer."

"Maybe she meant an original chosen, don't worry, Ken. You're my Slayer, pookums."

Kennedy rolled her eyes, "Yeah, whatever. I'm going slaying."

"Oooh, nice," Willow said. "I'll get the room ready for when you get home…and I really shouldn't have said that in front of company, should I?"

Kennedy had to laugh at the cute way Willow was blushing, she was lucky she loved her, otherwise she'd really be mad. As for her blonde friend though, she was gonna get it, as soon as she came back from letting off some steam.

"I thought she'd be used to it by now…"

Buffy and Willow cringed from the doorway as Faith emptied the contents of her stomach very noisily into the toilet. In fact, she had just made it in time by running with super slayer speed.

Buffy shrugged and walked to where Faith was crouched over the bowl, she took her hair in her hands leaving Faith to freely grip the sides and tried not to breathe in as she was standing there.

"Oh, God, B. Maybe you guys should have waited to teleport me. I forgot about all the shit I drank."

"Well, this is probably best," Buffy lied as Faith spewed another volley into the white porcelain bowl.

"Nice try, B," Faith said as she sat back on her haunches. "Damn, I thought I was over that shit."

"It definitely sneaks up on you."

Faith flushed the toilet and Buffy was about to let her hair go when Faith fell forward quickly and heaved one more time.

When she was done she said, "Oh, Jesus Christ! That shit is awful."

"Do you think you're done?"

"I sure as hell hope I am," She didn't sit up again for a few moments. "Okay, B. I think that's it."

Buffy kept hold of Faith's hair after Willow handed her a damp washcloth and she had finished wiping her face with it.

"Funny thing is," Faith laughed. "I don't think I packed a toothbrush."

"I'm pretty sure we have a spare," Buffy looked at Willow.

"Several," Willow assured her.

"Mind if I take a shower before we get down to the nitty gritty?"

Willow raised an eyebrow at Buffy.

"I meant Buffy didn't really give me many details on the phone." Faith quickly clarified her point so as not to embarrass Buffy. It was if she was going out of her way not to piss her off with innuendo and showmanship.

"Oh, right, well you enjoy your shower," Willow said, impressed with the new attitude she saw in Faith. "Come down to the war room when you're done."

"War Room?" It was Faith's turn to raise her eyebrow at Buffy.

"First door on the left," Buffy said with pride. "There are towels in the cupboard there, do you need some clothes to change into?"

"Nah, I just need my bag brought up." She jumped slightly as her bag was teleported next to her. "Damn, I keep forgettin' she can do that."

"It's quite impressive, comes in handy during our magic shows," Buffy said wryly.

"I can see it now…Big Red and her lovely assistant Buffy," Faith matched her grin.

"Why wouldn't I be her assistant?" Kennedy said from the doorway.

"Hey, Ken, how's it hangin'?" Faith asked.

"Low and heavy, as always," She said without missing a beat and put her hand out for a shake. Faith laughed as she accepted it and playfully slapped Kennedy's upper arm.

"Need to work out a little more there, Stringy," Faith said.

"I'm always trying but Willow can't keep up."

"Oh God…here we go…" Buffy said and pushed Willow and Kennedy out into the hallway.

"I can't what?"

"She's kidding, Will. Faith have a nice shower, we'll meet you downstairs."

"'Kay," She said as she turned on the water and laughed to herself.

"B? Will?"

"Over here, Faith!"

"Damn that shower was off the fucking hook and—what the fuck is that?" She marveled at the bank of screens dotting the wall. They weren't so much as TV screens but windows to different parts of the world.

"That's another of Willow's inventions; we don't even need electricity to run 'em. Isn't she something?" Kennedy patted Willow's hand.

"She sure is…"

Buffy was sure Faith looked at her, but when she turned to meet her eyes, Faith was beaming at one of the screens on the wall.

"Hey, that's G…," Her face suddenly became stricken.

"Faith, what is it?"

"No, it's not so much as what is it, but 'who'."

"Who?"

They all looked at the screen as a female's head popped up from under the covers and settled beside Giles.

"WILLOW!" Buffy and Kennedy collectively shouted.

"I'M SORRY!" Willow shouted back.

"I thought we said no bedrooms?"

"I didn't know! I thought…"

"Get it off the screen!"

Willow panicked, clicked her fingers and all of the screens went black.

"You spy on people?"

"No, not spy…we make sure they're okay," Buffy said, slightly defensive, but knowing it looked bad.

"The view is supposed to be under that room and outside, which would be looking at the front door."

"Now I gotta worry that you've seen me in my room."

"No! No, not ever," Willow said quickly. Faith narrowed her eyes at her.

"Okay, fine. Whadda we got? What's was so important here?" Faith shuddered as the image of Giles' girlfriend and what she had been doing popped in her head.

"Well, we…we've got something that we needed your help with…"

"Yeah, B told me, she and I have to act like girlfriends. Why?"

"Because, I infiltrated a mafia gang who are using vamps to carry out their hits."

"Yeah, I heard that already. Little Willow Rosenberg, takin' on the mob," Faith shook her head. "My question is why are we goin' in there as girlfriends?"

"Well…I kinda…" Willow looked embarrassed to say.

Faith looked at Kennedy, "Can you give us a minute?"

"I already know the story, so it's not gonna help her case any. The Chosen Two are who she's trying to protect."

Faith shrugged, "So spill, Will…"

Faith sat down on the end of the arm chair Buffy was currently occupying. Buffy was about to say something when Faith looked at her and said, "I figure if we gotta get couple-y might as well start by not flinching when we're near each other, right?"

Buffy nodded, "Right."

"Okay, so?" Faith looked back at Willow.

"Well, so okay, what happened…or how it happened was, I heard of this ring of vampires being used…"

"Who told you?"

"One of our Slayers, her brother is a small time hood that tries to get in with the big boys of the mob by dealing for them," Kennedy explained.

"She trustworthy?"

Kennedy nodded, "One of my crew."

"Would you trust her with your life?"

"You better believe it, they don't get in my crew unless I can trust 'em."

"Good," Faith looked satisfied. "Okay, Will, you were sayin'."

"Yeah, so…this guy I got to know through the internet…"

"Wait, you infiltrated through the internet?"

"Yes, at first on a message board…"

"How the fuck did that happen? Did you google 'Vamps wanted for hits' and up popped a wise guy message board?"

"You'd be surprised how much stuff you find through Craigslist these days," Buffy joked.

"Har, Har." Willow mocked. "No, Faith, I used magic to hack into one of their secured sites."

"Oh," Faith motioned for her to continue.

"So, then I struck up a conversation with this guy Joseph, and told him I was the daughter of Salvatore Alfieri, hiding out in America so I wouldn't be killed."

Faith's eyes went wide.

"Someone you know?" Kennedy asked.

"I watched the history of the mob on the History Channel a few days ago…that dude was…" Faith pointed her finger as she thought of his story. "…killed in jail, and the mob got to the rest of his male family members for him being a rat."

"That's the one," Willow said. "I saw that episode too."

"Way to pick 'em, Will."

"Well, don't worry, I made this chick into a believable person. She's hiding here so they won't find her."

"Yeah, 'hiding out' in New York," Faith made quote marks with her fingers. "The Tri-State area is the Mafia capital of the U.S. Will."

"I was under pressure, plus it seemed to work, I told him that I hated my father for what he had done, and he seemed to be sympathetic to that."

"So then what happened?"

"Well, we became really close, and then he started hitting on me. I felt bad so I told him I had a girlfriend to…to let him down gently."

"Yeah, I'll bet it felt like falling into a bowl of feathers," Faith scoffed.

"Faith, let her finish," Buffy put her hand on the small of Faith's back and Faith flinched noticeably. "I see what you mean."

"Nah, Buff, your hands are hella cold," Faith lied, for a small dainty looking girl Buffy's hands were deceptively strong and warm.

Buffy laughed, knowing that Faith was lying.

"Keep going, Will," Kennedy said, wanting to get the good part.

"Okay, so I've gotten a lot of information just talking to him about his day and how his family's doing, he really seems like a nice guy."

"Yeah, a nice guy who'd snap your neck if he knew what you were planning on doing."

Willow put her hands to her neck, "I know…" She said trailing off.

"And what's with the 'me and Buffy shacking up together' bit?"

"I told you, I had to tell him I had a girlfriend."

"I get that, but why does it have to be Buffy? Why can't it be me and Ken?"

"Why can't it be me?" Buffy said, suddenly hurt at the implication that she wasn't going to be good for the mission.

Kennedy smirked, "I think that's an awesome idea."

"It's just an idea, Junior, I'm tryin' to get answers here," Faith said, an edge evident in her voice.

Kennedy's balloon was visibly deflated and Buffy couldn't have been happier if she had blown a dart through a pipe to burst it herself.

"Go ahead, Will. Tell her," Buffy said, reassuringly.

"Well, the one woman, who you'll be, is a brunette, and the other one…"

"Is blonde…" Faith surmised.

"And dumb…" Kennedy said with bitterness in her voice.

"Hey, quit the childish bullshit, Ken," Faith snapped.

"Sorry," Kennedy seemed to be genuinely contrite.

"Damn, it's almost like you're five and gonna stick out your tongue next."

Kennedy and Willow shared a look with each other.

"Okay, horny Harriets, keep it in your pants until we're done here," Faith said. "So, I'm the brains and Buffy's a dumb blonde?"

Willow nodded, and gave Buffy an apologetic look.

"And what're our names?" She indicated to herself and Buffy.

"Buffy and Faith," Willow said.

Faith sighed, and then flinched as Buffy again put her hand on the small of her back in an effort to soothe her.

"Did I hit my head being teleported here?"

"No, but those are the names I gave Joseph."

"Oh…" Faith went quiet and looked quizzically at Willow.

"What?"

"Nothin', I just find it weird is all."

"Well, I…" Willow started then stopped.

"Well what?"

"No, I can't say."

"Go ahead, honey, tell them." Kennedy kissed the side of Willow's head.

"Ken, sweetie, can you give us a few minutes?"

"Why? I've heard this story already."

"I'd like to talk to the girls alone, okay?"

Kennedy was not pleased as she got up, but she obeyed her girlfriend. She didn't, however, give Buffy the satisfaction of looking her in the eye as she left the room.

After Willow gave Kennedy a peck on the cheek at the door and closed it behind her, she did a quick silencing spell.

"Slayer hearing," She explained.

"Alright, Will, shoot," Faith crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited. "I'm not gonna say anything no matter what the explanation is."

Willow looked at Buffy, "Buff, we've been friends for a very long time…"

"The longest," Buffy agreed.

"And what I'm going to say should in no way come between us as friends, right?"

"Right," Buffy kept the same amount of assurance and cheer to her voice.

"I kinda find…" She stopped again, finding it hard to say the right thing.

"Will, don't worry, we won't judge," Faith said. "I might snap your neck myself if you don't get on with it…" Buffy tapped Faith on the arm. "Sorry."

"I kinda find your dynamic sexy," Willow said in a rush.

Buffy sat up a little and Faith wanted to burst out with laughter.

"Go ahead, Faith. Laugh. I know you want to."

"No, Will…it's just…sexy? Really? The way we fight? We've never gotten along. Trying to kill each other."

"Hey, we've gotten along," Buffy said defensively.

"When?"

Buffy started to say something several times and then stopped.

"See?"

A thought came to her, "That time we went together dancing at the Bronze…"

"The night I killed Allan…"

"Well…there was that…but we connected…"

"B, stop, admit it. We've been like oil and water."

"Whatever we were in the past Faith, we have to get over it, we can't let the Vamps team up with the mob, they'd be unstoppable."

Faith nodded and looked Buffy right in the face, "You sure you're okay with this? 'Cause once we're in we gotta go the whole hog."

"I'm up for a little bacon," Buffy said with a wry grin.

"Oh you're gonna get bacon, B. And pork chops, ham hocks, pig's feet…"

"Okay, I get it. We go big."

"Not to mention, the tail…I love me some tail."

"Faith, alright!"

Willow sat grinning at the Slayers from the couch opposite them.

"I'm just givin' you a little taste of what you'll be gettin', baby." Faith smiled and winked at Willow.

"Okay, good," Buffy got up. "I think we need to see these emails between you and Joseph, Will."

"Yeah, that would be smart."

"That's my baby, Will, she's not as dumb as they say, right?" Faith kept her little act going.

"Faith, I will break your fingers."

"Oooh, kinky," Faith stretched her arms above her head and let the sap drip from her smoky, sultry voice. "I like that in a girl…"

Buffy snapped and pulled Faith up from where she was seated.

Faith couldn't believe the strength with which she was picked up, she had forgotten just how strong Buffy was and how fast. She braced herself for a face beating, trying to get her hands up between them so she could protect it somewhat.

Buffy grasped Faith's wrists into both of her hands and pulled her closer into her body, molding herself around the stunned Slayer. In the next moment, Faith's brain exploded with softness and sugary sweetness as Buffy's mouth and tongue dominated hers.

A gasp could be heard from Willow, and Faith could have sworn her heart was pounding through her chest. She tried to pull back from the embrace, she didn't want Buffy to feel the beat of her traitorous heart, but Buffy held her hostage and kept kissing her, until she finally stopped fighting it and relaxed into the kiss.

Faith suddenly gave as good as she got, wrestling Buffy's tongue for dominance and finally became victorious, sucking it into her mouth. They got lost in each other as their arms tried to hug each other impossibly closer.

Faith thought she had died and gone to heaven for a minute, but then she suddenly jumped back two feet as she felt a hand cup her pussy.

Willow shot up from the couch as she realized what just happened and said a little stunned, "I should get those emails for you now."

"You do that, Will." Buffy said, clearly un-rattled by what just transpired between her and Faith.

"Uhhhh…" Faith said.

Willow turned back to the Slayers before leaving the room.

"She's not so witty now, is she, Will?"

Willow didn't say anything as she left quickly.

Faith sat stunned on the chair Buffy had occupied.

"You got a little drool on your face there, F."

Faith finally snapped out of her temporary stupor.

"Yeah, well I think you got a little pussy juice on your finger there, B."

Buffy brought her fingers up to her nose and gave them a sniff, her nose wrinkled slightly.

"Nah, I don't think I broke through your panties, which I'm surprised to see you actually wear."

Faith raised her eyebrow, her smirk firmly back on her lips, "I see someone uncorked that bottle finally. That the Japanese girl everyone was talkin' about?"

"Maybe…"

"Damn, well, I see you're gonna get a thrill out of this mission."

Buffy's face suddenly became serious, "Don't ever forget we are on a mission Faith."

Faith nodded, letting the reality of that statement sink in, "I got it, B. We get in, fuck vampires up and get out, no problem. I'm not gonna be the one to fuck this up."

"I didn't think so. That's why I asked you to do this with me."

Faith's heart pounded harder from Buffy's words then the kiss had made it pound.

"C'mon, B. We've got some emails to sort through," Faith held her hand out to Buffy, and surprisingly she took it with a smile.

"That we do, Faith…" They started almost skipping out of the room. "Hey Faith? Was Giles' girlfriend doing what I think she was?"

Faith's smile faded and a shudder went through her as she opened the door, "Don't fuckin' make me beat you with my brain."

"That was…"

"I'd rather throw my guts out for a year solid than think of what she was…"

"Oh God, now I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Willow!" They yelled in unison.